We did not seem to have any better choices.

[She stares at Adorabat, clearly not taking well to being poked either.]

We had been killed. Our flautist ally had actually been manipulating us all along. That seemed worth conveying at any cost. I thought we were like her, could pass through things, but because we hadn't been able to do so yet, could not just pick a classmate's body and needed objects with which we had a personal connection.